Blended yes, she is gloriously tangled in the strands of his awareness, feeling his pleasure as deeply as her own, feeding the sweet pulse of bliss back to him with every breath. But she is always aware of her discreteness, aware of where he ends and she begins. It is this that allows her to drown in this passion, this wonder of flesh and bone and blood, without drinking a single drop.

Gently, she draws the power back to herself, lingering along the still shimmering nerve endings, the touch of her power as soft as the brush of her hands along his back. Her eyes remain closed and her breath ragged, her hips still moving, twisting, instinct and her hunger unwilling to relinquish its hold just yet.